Gavin continued, his voice drained of all emotion. “Huh? What are you talking about?” She gulped, trying to control the trembling in her voice as she remembered what Spencer had told her earlier about Gavin acting strangely. “It’s so cold out there. In the snow. Cold and dark.” His voice was flat. His brown eyes held a haunted, faraway look. “Y-yeah. Yeah, it is.” Kelly stared in horror at him. “You can’t be here,” he told her. “What? Why not?” she demanded brusquely, but the squeaking of her voice betrayed her panic. “So what should we do?” he asked suddenly. His tone had changed abruptly, as if life had been injected back into it. “About what?” She looked around. If she needed to, her best bet would be to run for the front door, she decided. She had a good twenty pounds on Gavin. I could push him down, she thought. He may be crazy, but he doesn’t look too strong. “I don’t really know where to look for him anymore. I’ve been all over. I even went back to Spencer’s house.
